The Pale Verdict
The carriage wheels groaned against the wet cobblestones, a rhythmic thrumming that vibrated up through the soles of your boots and into the marrow of your bones. You were traveling light, for once, carrying only the leather satchel that had been entrusted to you by your late mentor, a weight that felt less like a burden and more like a second heartbeat. The rain in this part of the valley was...
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